Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Index,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Ten City,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
the Soft Cell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.